Peter spoke on the telephone, trying to negotiate with the Polish government-in-exile in London for some form of support.
“Five days have passed, and nothing has happened. Why on earth is the Red Army stalling on the other side of the Vistula River? Even the constant pounding of their artillery has stopped. What is going on there?”
“We don’t know. The Soviets claim their army is stuck on the other side of the river and doesn’t have sufficient resources or equipment to make a crossing. They are waiting on reinforcements themselves,” his counterpart said.
“And you believe them?” Peter couldn’t believe his own ears. Despite assurances to the contrary, nobody gave a s**t about Warsaw’s fortunes.
The man on the other end sighed. “We don’t have any proof to the contrary. Stalin is as committ
